To the dead

We bow our heads

For those who have died

And there beds are no longer where they lye

We give them a moment

Where all you hear are sighs

And you see the tears in every ones eyes

The knot in your own throat that tells you your about to cry

now everyone says their good byes

They look at their love one for the last time

Well they leave their extra kind

Maybe this was supposed to be a sign

This is line we all have to cross

Soon enough our life’s will be tossed

So try to be the best you can

Because you might not get the chance again